♫ sixth; voice

[concitato]

[it's the middle of the night, and his breath is heavy; the entry is deliberately in audio rather than video because he's well aware that he looks like a wreck right now, and he has far too much pride for that.]

Damn it-- why is it always this same nightmare? If I really have forgotten something after all--

Gilbert, you know what it is, don't you? This is my memory, you can't keep it from me.